 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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ISLA
Isla, Isla, heart of my heart, it is you alone I am loving—
Pulse my life, my flame, my joy, love is a bitter thing!
Love has its killing pain, they say—and you alone I am loving—
Isla, Isla, my pride, my king, love is a bitter thing!
Pulse my life, my flame, my joy, love is a bitter thing!
Love has its killing pain, they say—and you alone I am loving—
Isla, Isla, my pride, my king, love is a bitter thing!
Isla, Isla, in the underworld where the elfin music is,
There we shall meet one day at last, as the wave with the wind o' the south!
Then you shall cry, “My Dream, my Queen!” and crown me with your kiss,
And I to my Kingdom come, my king, my mouth to thy mouth!
There we shall meet one day at last, as the wave with the wind o' the south!
Then you shall cry, “My Dream, my Queen!” and crown me with your kiss,
And I to my Kingdom come, my king, my mouth to thy mouth!
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